It wasn't until she completely left that Shane Winchester snapped back to reality in the wedding dress shop. He hurriedly turned around and chased after her, catching sight of a figure in a white dress leaning against the dark green mailbox, causing a pang in his chest.
He rushed over immediately: "Alice Smith?"
She easily avoided his hand, as if he were some kind of germ. Without thinking, a sense of subconscious rejection rose from deep inside her. It wasn't that she hated him so much, but rather she seemed instinctively aware of how much pain and danger approaching him would bring her...
Seeing his outstretched hand grasp nothing, Shane Winchester's eye sockets reddened a bit. He squatted beside her and softly asked, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
Even though he had already guessed part of the truth, he still held onto a sliver of hope, delusionally thinking that perhaps she hadn't remembered anything...
